Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
We Were Magic
When we first went out, you were in your jacket with suede elbow patches. Tall, gawky, awkward, all tweed and elbows, a balding professor of a Lothario. I asked you why you were doing what you were, and the conversation lasted well into the night. I didn't know if I was attracted to you, but I thought I'd like to see you again, anyway. It was a month later that you gave me the letter that changed everything and shaped the relationship we were to have together, and I still have the letter in a box, along with books, a poster of us, the perfume I used to wear, and the earrings you bought me in Arizona.
We were more than lovers; you were the Father-King and I was your Dark Empress. We were legendary, we were beautiful, we bested the curse of the Thunderbird and emerged clean from the Valley of Death, we drove all night under shooting stars to arrive delirious in the morning in Her Chosen City. We drove through the desert in monsoon, we were struck by lightning, Oh Eater of Souls, the things we saw together! We saw places through our four eyes that no one else has ever seen, not the way we saw them. We saw machine cities, bears and glowing centipedes, caves and herds of elk.
We were more than lovers; you were the Father-King and I was your Dark Empress. We were legendary, we were beautiful, we bested the curse of the Thunderbird and emerged clean from the Valley of Death, we drove all night under shooting stars to arrive delirious in the morning in Her Chosen City. We drove through the desert in monsoon, we were struck by lightning, Oh Eater of Souls, the things we saw together! We saw places through our four eyes that no one else has ever seen, not the way we saw them. We saw machine cities, bears and glowing centipedes, caves and herds of elk.
You were the golden plains and I was the road. The railroad track was our story. I made a legend for you, my Spore of the Desert. The legend is alive and growing, even though you are lost to your Queen. It's been taken up and propagated by your people, who are my people. You don't know how it grows, because you're not here for me to share it with. I yearn to show you my beautiful, terrible gift, but the world you are in is not my world. Not anymore.
Oh my King, love of my life. Every time I turn around in the kitchen and you are not there, I feel the gap in my synapses where you used to connect. Can you still feel my feelings, my love? Because I can no longer think your thoughts.
I'll meet you at the railroad tracks when the rains begin again.
Make a wish,
Oh my King, love of my life. Every time I turn around in the kitchen and you are not there, I feel the gap in my synapses where you used to connect. Can you still feel my feelings, my love? Because I can no longer think your thoughts.
I'll meet you at the railroad tracks when the rains begin again.
Make a wish,
-Snowcap
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